Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall
Ninety-nine bottles of beer
Fifty cans in the trunk, in the van
With the brand new drums and the gear
Tommorrow's just another dram
Today is just a tear
Until I blow this popcorn stand
I'll spend my days right here
Roll them blues away boys
Roll them blues away
Roll them blues away, boys
Roll them blues away
I don't got no telephone
And I got no words to hear
But I got Jack for Peter
And Four Roses for Pierre
Mischa had a kiss for me
She made it oh so clear
But when she saw me turn away
It vanished in the air
Roll them blues away boys
Roll them blues away
Roll them blues away, boys
Roll them blues away
Mischa what a geisha
And me oh what a drunk
There's just a dozen 1664's
Left in the trunk
If I had a shotgun
I would point it at the moon
And if I had a dollar
I would go to the saloon
Roll them blues away boys
Roll them blues away
Roll them blues away, boys
Roll them blues away